A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 2: Nice to meet you

Hey I’m back and I hope you enjoyed chapter one.

Know you’re in for a treat when you read chapter 2.

XDXDXDXD Enjoy!!!!!!!!XDXDXD 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 2: Nice to meet you.

Of course he wouldn’t answer me, but I really don't care.

Why? I don’t know, but as long as I don’t have to see that smile, or hear that voice, I’m good. He was just standing there, looking down towards the unevenness of the pavement. If he was upset or even exasperated, I wouldn’t know. But what I do know is that he’s not mad at me. Because he has no problem with gays, but when I refer to him as gay. He becomes quiet and doesn’t talk to me for the days. Quite puzzling. 

The silent’s was broken and we both stared at one another, until he finally uttered.

“Can I get back to you on this one”? With another one for his goof smile. But it was different, it seemed so fake.

I turned away and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. And proceeded into the Great High school known as: Richmond.

I wonder what stories are in lined for me. And with that, the doors of the school closed behind me.

~00000000000000~

Richmond High school had a green and white theme to it. Like Saint Patrick’s found an empty building and designed it himself.

The lockers had a leafy green with a white pattern to it. While the water foundations were sliver and had a bunch of flyer saying: Welcome to Richmond High School. Thank you for lying, and killing trees in the process. I pulled out my schedule, from my pocket. To see where my locker was.

I examined the white pieces of paper and looked up, 1095.I turned around, to see if there were any notes or 'flyers' to direct me towards my locker. But all I figured out was that, all of the lockers for 1000-2000 were in section c.

I took a nice, pace towards my right into section c of the hallway and scanned every locker number. But for every 40 lockers, there was a bathroom next to it. I happened to take a glance of the girl’s bathroom and there was nothing special. It looks just like middle school, three pink stalls and one bigger than the rest.

They still keep the high powered heater, to dry off your hands. Even thought, you only have five minutes to get to your next class. There was no reason for me to even use the bathroom; it would only waste the five minutes I had to get to class.

I remembered the time Olivier asked me to help sneak him into the girl’s bathroom. Because the guys bathroom was gross (but guys will be guys).

I told him to beware of perfume, and that they can be hazardous. He thought I was joking. That idiot had to stay home for two days because he had an allergic reaction to one.

I smirked. Or was that the day I brought my Kiwi Coconut perfume and 'accidentally' sprayed him.

The world may never know.

By the time I reached my locker I had realized there was no point. Since it was the first day school, why should I leave my backpack in here? I’ll just go with it. My 2nd period class was Mrs. Miller, I pulled out my schedule to double check, which room number it was, 506. I walked down the hallways, through section b and a. Until, I stopped passed 506. I sighed and reached out for the classroom door. And turned it counter clock wise until, someone else yanked on it from the other side.